It's the start of Act 4 and I'm sittings in the bathroom, with a knife in one hand when my sister walks in, our parents aren't home so it's just us. She gasps as she takes in the sight of me, sitting on the counter with bloodshot eyes and a knife.
I'm in shorts and my favorite hoodie, with the sleeves rolled up and saturated with blood. I look at her, tears brimming in my eyes, and I scream, "Get out!"
But she doesn't, she stays; she attempts to rip the blade from my hand, and pleads for me stop doing this. But I push her back and I scream at her, "Give me one good reason to stop. One good reason to keep breathing. One good reason to keeping living on this hell we call earth. Then maybe then I'll stop." And she just stands there so I push her back again, and I slam the door in her face, and I slash at my already mangled arms until I feel nothing.
And as the blood spills down my arms, and onto the counter, my sister runs down the stairs does the only thing she can think of, she calls 911. I can hear her conversation from the bathroom, and I can hear her speaking to the operator, but I don't care. I DON'T CARE ANYMORE, because by the time they come searching for me, I'll be long gone...
Act 4 ends with a couple sobs from my family, and applause from those strangers, who never noticed a thing.
